“Paper, paper…”, it is a familiar sound which one hears once in a week. Now-a-days, we hear it only once in a month. He was the one who used to cover our area to collect old Newspapers once in a week or a month.
Now-a-days, he appears only once in two months. There were piles of old Newspapers in my house and I was waiting for his arrival to sell them enmass. The price of Rs. 15 per kg was quite acceptable and after a gap of three months, I ‘invited’ the chap to my house and he was very glad was when I called him. I brought out the entire collection of old Newspapers and he was very happy to weigh them as soon as he was ready for it. In fact, I heaved a Sigh of relief because the room in which I kept the papers was full of old papers lying scattered all over.
After weighing the papers, he quoted the rate, “Sir, it is Rs. 30 per Kg” “I am really happy because, the rate used to be Rs. 20 per Kg. isn’t it?”, “Yeah, but in those days, I was buying the old ones but, of late, I am just helping you to keep your rooms clean- so, you are the person who should give the amount quoted by me”.
“Get lost”, I said and went in.